No strings attached

Pt.23- Point of no return [m]

As soon as he read the last reply he grew even more on edge. No doubt he'd dug his own grave but how could he have been so stupid as to say something so embarrassing over the phone- or at all? This had to be an all time low.

There was no way anything was going to soothe his ego. At least when Kirishima messaged him, he didn't flat out tell him he wanted to have sex. He kept it subtle, well, as subtle as two fuck buddies could be given the circumstances.

But still. If he was going to get over this humiliation, he needed something to take the nerve off. He went to his kitchen and rummaged through the fridge. The one time he was in the mood for beer, he appeared to be out of stock.

He had everything from fancy sparkling waters all the way to fruit flavored energy drinks, but not a single can of beer.

What the actual fuck. He thought, tskking lightly until he spotted the bottle of courvoisier Kirishima had gifted him at the dinner party. There was no better time to drink it then now, right?

If he spent too much time hesitating, he'd have to live down his actions sober, but if he got drunk, then he could blame his behavior on the alcohol.

Anything to make himself seem less at fault.

With that settled he picked up the bottle, popped the cap off and brought it to his lips, trying to down as much of the bitter liquid down before pulling away and coughing.

It burned as it made it's way down. He took a small break before taking another gulp. This continued until half of the bottle was gone and little by little he started to lose his sense of worry.

Along with other things.

He grew less coordinated and began stumbling slightly, bumping into random pieces of furniture as he walked around the apartment. He also lost a bit of his sight, it blurred over and turned hazy.

A knock at the door had him jolting and dropping the bottle. Instead of worrying about the mess he just kicked some of the broken glass away, luckily avoiding any injuries, and went to answer the door. "Hey."

Kirishima tilted his head slightly. "Hey." He greeted back, a hint of suspicion in his voice as he entered the apartment fully and closed the door behind him. He shrugged off his jacket and eyed the younger man. "Did you want to-

"Let's have sex." Yokozawa stated, his breath fanning against the elders face softly.

The sweet yet bitter smell hit the others nose instantly. He leaned in and tipped the youngers face up, taking another sniff to confirm his assumption. "Have you been drinking?" He asked, hazel eyes dark with seriousness.

"I-I had a bit to drink."

"How much is a bit?"

"Most of it ended up on the floor." Yokozawa pointed to the broken bottle of liquor a few feet away.

"We can't do this, Takafumi."

"Why? I want to have sex with you."

"Why? Because you're drunk. I told you I'm not into fucking drunk people. You can't consent if you're drunk."

"I-I'm not drunk! Plus I asked you before I started drinking and you said yes. D-do you just not want to do it with me anymore?"

Kirishima sighed loudly, running hand down his face. "Of course I want to have sex with you but not like this-

"L-leave then."

Leave? This guy really had the nerve to tell him to leave after making him come over. He was really going to be a brat about this?

"Leave? You really want me to leave? Haha." Kirishima chuckled, walking closer to the younger man and grabbing him roughly by his hips. "You want to be fucked so bad- that's fine by me." He threw him over his shoulder and carried him to the room, throwing him on the bed and climbing on top.